Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. For these, Tribunes, in the dust I write
Ti. My harts deepe languor, and my soules sad teares:
Ti. Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite.
Ti. My sonnes sweet blood, will make it shame and blush:
Ti. O earth! I will be friend thee more with raine
Ti. Exeunt.
Ti. That shall distill from these two ancient ruines,
Ti. Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres
Ti. In summers drought: Ile drop vpon thee still,
Ti. In Winter with warme teares Ile melt the snow,
Ti. And keepe eternall spring time on thy face,
Ti. So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood.
Ti. Enter Lucius, with his weapon drawne.
Ti. Oh reuerent Tribunes, oh gentle aged men,
Ti. Vnbinde my sonnes, reuerse the doome of death,
Ti. And let me say (that neuer wept before)
Ti. My teares are now preualing Oratours.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Oh noble father, you lament in vaine,
Lu. The Tribunes heare not, no man is by,